Let's do it again, Yukino.

"Could you please stop talking to me like an adult?"

Looking at the boy who was putting on airs in front of her, Yukino Hyakuri, who had sobered up from her drunkenness, revealed a side of herself that was not usually seen on campus.

"Yukino-sensei, you have absolutely no right to talk to me like that, you who lack the manners a teacher should have?"

Haruhi retorted, and sitting on the bicycle he had propped up, he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he chatted casually with Ms. Yukino Yukari.

He cannot simply leave before Yukino's mental state has fully recovered.

"It's much better than students who hang up on their teachers on the weekend."

"Didn't I explain it to you on Monday, teacher? My phone fell into the water. How many more times do I have to explain it to you, Yukino-sensei?"

Springtime was both exasperated and amused.

Are you, teacher, still a naive three-year-old when you're drunk? Why are you so petty about such a small thing?

As he spoke, he tossed a bottle of mineral water that he had just bought from a convenience store to Ms. Yukino. Having also drunk two cans of Golden Wheat, he was also slightly tipsy. However, unlike Ms. Yukino, who had a less-than-ideal drinking habit, he was able to remain rational and sober at all times, at least he wouldn't be taken to a hotel by a woman he didn't know.

"Thank you."

Having just vomited for a while, Yukino felt like she had almost vomited all her saliva, and she really needed a bottle of water to rinse her somewhat uncomfortable throat.

"You're welcome. Just remember to buy one for me next time."

Without hesitation, she opened the bottle and gulped down the drink. Her sweet, slightly coquettish voice was captivating to those around her.

"You young boys should be more generous. If you're always so stingy, you'll never be able to get a girlfriend in the future."

Bai Xiangli spoke to the boy like an older sister.

"I don't need to worry about that."

Haruhi turned her face to a dark, shadowy angle, and while answering softly, she secretly revealed a sinister smile.

After all, I'm not that woman from the Martial Arts Academy.

……

gradually,

The two gradually started talking more, and it's unclear whether Yukino was truly drunk, but she even confided in this student, who was almost ten years younger than her, about her childhood struggles with being ostracized by girls because she was too pretty.

However, after listening attentively, Kasuga felt that the story about Yukino-sensei had a strange sense of déjà vu, as if she had heard it somewhere before.

After finishing her story with Aizawa Shoko, Yukino stretched lazily in her chair. Her languid movements seemed to have eased her complicated and depressed mood. She gracefully crossed her long legs, and in the darkness, one of her light-colored sandals was half-off, dangling from her toes and swinging back and forth.

"Kasuga-kun, you should try not to use violent methods at school in the future. Even if I don't stand in the teacher's shoes, from a purely bystander's perspective, it seems pretty silly for a boy to be labeled a delinquent."

"Have you forgotten which scoundrel saved you from the crisis of almost getting fired?!"

"I'm just offering you a piece of advice out of goodwill."

but………

The boy, as if thinking of something, shook his head fiercely again.

He no longer wanted to be associated with the label of "delinquent youth."

"There won't be any more delinquents like Haruhi Kasuga at Soubu High School. You teachers can rest assured."

"Why? You don't seem like the kind of person who can be easily persuaded."

"Actually, I could be seduced by a girl."

"what?"

Yukino almost fell off the chair.

"Just kidding."

Under the night sky, Haruhi looked at Yukino-sensei's disheveled state. Haruhi lightly tapped his temple with his fingers, and for some reason, a complicated smile appeared on his fairly handsome face.

"Um, you actually misspoke just now, Yukino-sensei."

"Huh, where?"

Perhaps it was the influence of alcohol, or perhaps it was the inspiration from hearing about Yukino-sensei's childhood, but Kasuga shared some of her own past stories with Yukino-sensei.

"It wasn't that I chose to become a delinquent, but if I hadn't become a delinquent back then, I really wouldn't know how I would have survived."

As soon as the boy finished speaking, perhaps sensing something, the moon secretly slipped into the clouds, and the already chilly air after the rain became even more desolate after the sudden darkness.

Would you like to hear his story, which belongs only to him?

……

His smile gradually faded.

If he could, he didn't want to tell anyone about his past.

Especially the girl who pulled herself out of hell,

In her past life, Xiaoxue always blamed Chunri for not telling her about her past.

It wasn't that Chunri was worried that Xiaoxue would look down on her background after she told her.

But...

“My childhood was not happy. My mother told me that I was not even in that family for a full week after I was born. The man I should have called my father by blood ordered the servants to throw me out of the family, still in my swaddling clothes. I could not take my father’s surname and could only take my mother’s.”

The boy paused, looked down at his palm covered with lines, opened it, then clenched it, opened it again, and clenched it again.

Since he became aware of things, he has cried under the covers at night more than once, and has also thought about it willfully more than once.

He was so close, so very close. If his mother had been the man's lawfully wedded wife, he wouldn't have suffered such a terrible fate.

“Sometimes I’ve wondered whether I should blame my mother for being too naive, or blame the man I should call my father for not being able to control his lower body. He knew that being together was a complete mistake, yet he still gave birth to me, who should never have been born.”

However, after the age of six, he could no longer cry.

"Before I was ten years old, I lived with my mother and depended on each other for survival. Although my mother treated me like a burden, she never abandoned me, probably because I looked a lot like the man she loved. She rented a simple apartment and took on a lot of part-time jobs to support me. In the end, she even worked as a hostess in a nightclub so that I could go to kindergarten, elementary school and junior high school."

Springtime calmly recounted everything that happened in her childhood.

To think that one's own mother could live such a humble life...

Because she at least had the motivation to live on the purpose of raising her son.

But unlike his mother, Haruharu found no reason in this world to live.

In this life, being born as a human, Haruhi simply feels very sorry.

Unlike the aloofness that Da Zhangwei exhibits because he can't find friends,

Back then, in the spring, I truly ignored everything and everyone around me.

He was too bored, or rather, he didn't know how to think about what he wanted to do in the future.

Just living like this, in a daze...

What truly changed Haruhi's mindset was an event that happened to him when he was nine years old.

That night, because she wasn't feeling well, her mother left the nightclub early and went home. Behind her, a slovenly man who was drunk at the nightclub where her mother worked followed her to the small apartment where they lived together.

And when young Haruhi tightly clutched the broken, blood-stained bottle, she stared blankly at the man lying on the floor, clutching his head and wailing.

He should have been terrified, but instead, under his mother's gaze, the son who had never smiled before trembled as he saw the man lying on the ground in a disheveled state, while an excited smile appeared on his lips.

From that moment on, Haruhi knew that he might seem a little different from the other children.

Violence, it seems, can help a young man gradually forget his confusion about the future.

After that incident, his mother began to fear him, and her eyes would dart away whenever she looked at him.

Although Haruhi did what he did back then mainly to protect his mother's safety, his mother felt that he was somewhat mentally unstable.

Haruhi noticed that her birth mother was slowly distancing herself from her.

Therefore, after his tenth birthday, he simply left the apartment that originally belonged to the two of them and moved out to live alone.

Since even his own mother wouldn't save him...

Then it's better to completely degenerate, to the point where you forget you're even human.

I, Haruhi, am truly sorry for being born as a human being.

……

The moon slowly emerged from behind the dark clouds.

"When I was in junior high school, I fought from first grade to third grade. Eventually, the school forbade me from fighting with my classmates anymore. But you can ask around at my old junior high school. After that, I would carry a steel rod and fight my way from inside the school to outside."

The boy maintained his calm smile.

This wasn't because he was enduring any pain.

His confusion vanished completely after meeting Xiaoxue; he had already found his purpose in life.

The original "I'm sorry for being born a human being" has become the famous saying "I'm sorry for being born a human being... Hmm, it's actually quite good."

After all, these were his childhood memories from his previous life, and recounting them again would only give him a feeling of being in a different world.

It's as if the protagonist in the story isn't actually him.

If he hadn't met Xiaoxue at Zongwu High School that day in his past life, he couldn't even imagine what the future would have been like...

"That's enough, no need to say anything more."

Ms. Yukino's voice trembled slightly as she abruptly interrupted the boy's attempt to continue.

Her steps moved uncontrollably closer to the boy, her eyes slightly red. She sighed and silently embraced the boy, who seemed to be "hiding his sadness."

She deeply regretted hearing such a story from the boy; if she had known, she would have preferred it to be just his imagination.

"Well, actually, I think it's fine. You don't need to be sad, Yukino-sensei. It's like I'm bullying you."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that Haruhi had gone through this. I thought..."

Something salty seemed to land on Haruhi's face as she was about to explain something.

Unable to break free from Yukino Yukari's soft, voluptuous body, the boy couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

The woman's tears during the song jolted him awake from his drunken stupor.

What did I just say?